Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Listening to Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance

With the fall weather beginning, it has made me extremely nostalgic. Too nostalgic. There's just something about when the air starts to cool down and the leaves begin changing colors that sends me into pensive mode...and it happens to me every year.

Like today, I have a million things I needed to do this morning, and all I've done so far is sit here on my couch, looking out the window. It seems that all the ghosts of my past somehow resurface this time of year to try and pull me back into days gone by. Days that just make me sad when I think about them. So it ends up being a constant battle between me and the ghosts. Oh, I wish they would just go away...

3 Comments:

At 11:29 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

if it makes you feel any better i go through that all the time. at night when i try to sleep, my mind won't stop thinking about things in the past. real stupid things like, was i too mean to my prom date? His dad found a bottle of vodka in his car before the dance so his dad told him to come straight home after the dance. He told me this after we got in the car and where on our way to the dance. I first thought it was a joke then when I realized it was true, I was mad as hell. i had a late curfew for the first time in my life! i was so mad at him at him all night and didn't dance with him but a few times. I still feel bad about this and in the quiet of night theses are the stupid things I worry about.

 
At 2:45 PM, Blogger zaque said...

Ghosts...I don't think I even want to go there. But I did want to say hello. As for this time of the year, I don't know if I'll ever feel winter again. It's so warm.

They'll shut the schools down if a centimeter of snow falls. It's hilarious, actually.

I hope everything is well. I'll stop by again in another few months.

 
At 10:00 AM, Blogger katy said...

I also get that "going on a first date in highschool with a guy I really like but don't know at all" feeling. I miss that.

 

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